The boxes arrived on Friday afternoon, but we were too busy packing for a weekend away to give them the attention they deserved. And so we piled the kids and blankets and toothbrushes and dog food (and dog) into the car and left the boxes behind. We relaxed a little,...
Our authors’ copies of the first two Cookie Chronicles books just showed up on the porch, but we haven’t opened them yet. When our first copy of our first commercially published book Ten Thousand Stories arrived eight years ago, we waited a week to open the box....
Friends, our plan for this section is to create posts that respond to your various questions—about publishing, creative process, collaboration, entrepreneurship, parenting, living in a barn, commercial salmon fishing, or anything else. Please lend us your curiosity....
We're delighted to announce that the official launch party/extravaganza for our new middle grade book series Cookie Chronicles is happening at 7:00pm ET on Tuesday, March 2 via Zoom meeting. Here's the link to register. We'll talk about how we made this book, answer...
Jasper turned four on Valentine's Day. We'd asked him many times what he wanted for his birthday, and the answer was always the same. Blueberries... Rapsberries... And blackberries... We decided to indulge him. It seemed like the least we could do. Given the...
Here we are again. I drew some folks. Here they are. I started here. Take a close look. This isn't "ET with quarantine hair," though I get where you're coming from. Neither is it Bjork, Ellen Page, or "Rooney Mara, except I don't believe you would know who Rooney Mara...
I drew. I did my best. You guessed. I presume you did your best as well, but friends, it wasn't enough. Here follows an accounting of your misbegotten efforts. Here's what I drew first. I took pride in this portrait. I think it is one of the least awful things I've...
I know it's almost time to leave for Alaska when Robbi buys a lot of butter. Because just can't buy butter on the tundra. Briefly (because most of you already know), our family spends about five weeks each summer living in a cabin on the shores of Bristol Bay, which...
It was a week. A week of thrills. A week of wonder. For example, I had breakfast with a feminist. My favorite feminist. We talked about life and books and whether pickles belong on soft-boiled eggs. (Spoiler alert: They do.) Pickles belong on soft-boiled eggs. What...
